Emptiness

Emptiness

 

A young man awakes,

As the dull light

Pours through the window,

To reveal the same old image.

She turns on the T.V.

And sits at the table,

Just like the day before,

And the day before that.

 

Same old shit different day

Work place filled with

That autonomous drone,

Echoes of a thousand voices

All the same.

And with every breath we take,

We are taught to breathe.

With silent voices whispering,

Making our every move.

 

And she sits and wonders why

All the pictures are the same,

As he knows he’s not supposed

To be hear again.

 

And it all seams so important

To keep the wheels

We’re given turning.

All its doing is churning me up,

Turning us out.

 

Held in this conspiracy of,

Mans own construction.

It seams so hollow,

So empty and dry.

I feel the need for change burning me.

 

And whilst some sit and wonder

As the world keeps turning,

We note we’re standing still.

So we take a little drink to

Swallow our bitter pill.